Stay Real

Lyrics

[Verse 1] It's on, breaker one, two mic checkin', flexin' No half steppin' when I release the funky weapon Like ricochet, ping-ping-ping I make the fans fell it even when I sing The green eyed bandit coming funky with the tune Yes, I'm blowin' up like Tom Berenger in Platoon I'm playing kinda ruff like Zapp Whap and double back smack to all the crossover raps, Black Who ain't down with the format When you should be wearing khakis and not dress slacks That's wack, you trippin', you better wake up and smell the coffee And then back up off me I'm serious, I can't believe some people letting fronters in And then compare them equal, boy, you must be buggin' You lucky you don't catch a slug in the chest in From my Smith & Wesson Change the outlook, change the cover of the book You hip-hop crook, and give back what you took It's the funk coming at ya So don't let the crossover catch ya, boy, stay real [Chorus] Ooh, the way you move Ooh, the way you move (You better wake up and smell the coffee) Stay real (Ooh, the way you move) Ooh, the way you move (You better wake up) [Verse 2] It's on again, you hear about the fake hip-hop trends For those who can't comprehend, just ask your friends They know the real deal of rap music The fronting, you can't be talking loud and saying nothing You must be true to the game, you understand 'Cause if not, I could kill you, man For being false, plus extra fake on the tape Talking hardcore when you soft like a piece of cake You can't put nothing pass me that's horrendous Because I've been here since Strictly Business The era of Eric B. and Rakim, Biz Public Enemy, Run-DMC, Whodini The Beasties, Stetsa', Fresh Prince and Jazzy Jeff LL when he was rockin' bells Sucker, which fake emcee is rearranging the structure? Ban the motherfucker And don't let this happen again Because rap could be gone the wind, so stay real [Chorus] Ooh, the way you move Ooh, the way you move (You better wake up and smell the coffee) Stay real (Ooh, the way you move) Ooh, the way you move (Quote from Das EFX, yeah) [Verse 3] Yes, I'm back, Black, for those who might be confused And lost and don't wanna pay the cost Of an MC hardcore style type of human being On the microphone when I be emceeing Some fake the funk and Main Source know it How do I know? Because MTV shows it Clowns that should be beat down on the spot And catching nothing but speed knots, the bumboclaats I insist we veto all fake emcees And wanna-bes that's worst than the AIDS disease So wake up like a Spike Lee Joint And don't be a knucklehead, get to the point (Word 'em up) With the funk and pump up the volume Make the wild tune to make the party boom Peace to Redman, the rap funkadelic The only emcee that's compared to Erick because I'm real [Chorus] Ooh, the way you move Ooh, the way you move (You better wake up and smell the coffee) Stay real (Ooh, the way you move) Ooh, the way you move (You better wake up) [Outro] Peace, and I'm outta here Def Squad Nineteen-nineties Melo in the house, word To the fucking year 2000 3000, word up